By Trish Beckjord Through the quiet lake and river, frozen fingers send a shiver. Reaching outward with aggression, winters hands now take possession. – Excerpt from The Hands of Winter by Mark Hayes and John Parker, Heritage Music Press It seems winter…
By Trish Beckjord As we reach December and the holiday season, I always want to write of health, joy, love and hope. And I wish each and every one of you all of those things for these past months and…
By Trish Beckjord I’ve been doing a lot of learning about salt recently. Not dietary salt actually, but road salt. Alias, rock salt, dry salt, de-icing salt… It’s all the same thing – sort of… I took this on for…
By Trish Beckjord Last October I wrote about the worrying decline in the populations of a number of North American bird species. Now Science has just published the results of a study earlier this month that looked at climate change…
By Trish Beckjord Dear March – Come in –How glad I am –I hoped for you before –Put down your HatYou must have walkedHow out of Breath you are… From Dear March, Come In by Emily Dickinson I first penned…
By Trish Beckjord This month is the 50th anniversary of the first Earth Day. If you don’t mind giving away your age, do you remember the joy? The sense of promise? Of good things to come that it inaugurated? Today…
By Trish Beckjord, RLAOriginally published May, 2020 Hope is holding a creative tension between what is and what could and should be, each day doing something to narrow the distance between the two. —Parker J. Palmer Take an orange. Well…